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urdu poetry

quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
le parfum est venu
dites-moi pas
y a il quiconque là
désolé et seul
je vous ai détesté
du soleil ni des étoiles
il est venu me prendre par la main
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
à l'aube, il a dit
la agonie d'avoir trop de puissance
elle a dit
de la chanson et du rêve pour jamais allé
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien

 



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